MCYTER ONE SHOTS (M)

Simp (dreamnotfound) (smut)

Ship: DreamNotFound (technically Gream)
Prompts/Kinks/TWs:
Begging, dream being bratty, softdom!george?

      "Why are you such a simp for George?"

     It was a question he got asked often. And of course, the answer was always one of a million different things, because there was a million different reasons he loved him in every moment, another in the next, how could he ever choose just one answer?

    But right now, it was his boyfriend's pouty face and the way he but his lip, and his devious little smirk he couldn't wait to do something about.

    They'd been talking about it for a while, George wanted to experiment and explore the full scope of his sexuality, try out a few different things, see what he liked.

    Dream of course, agreed. He'd take any chance he could to make him as happy as possible, to make him feel good, not to mention, himself, though that was secondary for him. Plus, he got to be a bit dramatic, which of course, was a favorite of his.

     "What if today, I tried telling you what to do? You do whatever I want?" George dragged his finger on Clay's chest lightly, looking up at the taller man with an ornery, questioning look.

    Once their realtionship had started, it was just kind of assumed Dream would be the more dominant one, and by default, the top, and it had been great for the most part. But as with anything, eventually, they got thinking about switching it up, both saying they'd be open to it, but never really getting around to it until now.

    "Whatever you want, hm? Alright, Georgie. I can try. What, you want me to be your..." He struggled to find a word, so he just went with whatever. "...I dunno, simp or something?" He laughed a little.

     "Right now, I want you to be quiet and follow me upstairs." George said, already trying to establish a bit of dominance. Surprisingly, Dream listened without hesitation, not saying a word as his boyfriend dragged him off to their bedroom and shut the door behind them, taking off his shirt. "Bed, please." He commanded politely. He was trying, at least.

     Dream went up onto the bed, half laying, half sitting down, still not saying a word, but smirking at him all the same. "Good."he went over to the bed, opting to sit on his lap while he rubbed up and down Clay's chest, rolling his hips a bit against the other and taking off his shirt for him. He feels the burning need to touch him more. For George to touch him more. And he needs to make it happen now. Dream's hands reached up to the others hips to guide him as he lightly rocked, wanting more from him, only to be slapped away.

     "There'll none of that, now."

     "Or what?" Dream teased.

     "Or..." He took Clay's wrists and held them above his head against the headboard. "I'll have to tie these up here." He threatened playfully. He was getting a lot more comfortable in his role the more he got into it. They'd had some red bondage rope from one of their previous experiments, and Clay wouldn't put it past him to take the opportunity to use it. So for now, he took his hands off, hopeful to be able to touch him again soon. He didn't intend on making it any less difficult for him later on, though.

     "Hm, good boy." George tried. He felt a bit weird saying it at first, but seeing his boyfriend react so positively to the praise, he decided he liked it. "May I?"George asked, hand on the edge of Clay's jeans, and he nodded. He unzipped Dream's pants, pulling them down a little.

     He runs his hands up and down Dream's bare chest before leaning over to kiss him. Their kiss was slow as Clay wrapped his hands around the back of George's neck above him, and George placed his on thr side of Dream's face. It was filled with warmth and love, knowing they could take their time together because they didn't plan on ever separating, so they had all the time together in the world.